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Chapter 2
The abandoned warehouse district of Kuoh was a graveyard of rusting steel and shattered concrete, a place where the mundane world's decay provided a perfect backdrop for the supernatural world's dirty work. Under the jaundiced glow of a half-moon, two figures cackled, their forms monstrous and twisted.
One was Viser, a former devil from a minor house, now a grotesque creature with sharp claws and a snake-like tail. Her companion, Libre, was a hulking brute, his body more beast than human in appearance. For any peerage, they would have been a challenge. Their auras were potent, thick with malice and bloodlust, easily marking them as High-Class threats.
"This territory is ripe for the taking!" Viser shrieked, her voice like grinding glass. "The little Gremory princess plays house while we feast!"
"More humans tonight?" Libre grunted, his voice a guttural scrape. "I'm still hungry."
"Patience. Soon we will feast on devils."
A crimson Gremory transport circle flared to life a hundred yards away, and from it stepped Rias and her peerage.
Issei, brimming with a desperate need to prove his worth, stepped forward, his knuckles white. "Buchou, let me take them! As your newest piece, let me show them!"
Rias placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. "Not this time, Issei. This is not a test for you. This is a demonstration."
She looked towards Taurus, who had been observing the two strays with an air of profound boredom. He stretched his arms above his head, his back arching with a series of loud, cracking pops.
"Two of them," he stated, his voice flat. "Hardly a warm-up."
"Be careful, Taurus," Kiba cautioned, his expression serious. "Their energy levels are significant. They're much stronger than typical strays."
Taurus simply grunted. He turned to Issei, finally deigning to address him directly. "You. The new Pawn. Watch closely. This is how we deal with trash in our King's territory."
Before anyone could say another word, he moved.
It wasn't a run, or a charge. He simply ceased to be where he was and reappeared halfway to the strays, the ground cracking under his feet from the sheer force of his launch. The air itself seemed to bend around his massive form.
Viser and Libre whirled around, their confident sneers turning to masks of shock and primal fear. The sheer pressure emanating from the approaching titan was an avalanche of power that threatened to crush them where they stood.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Viser shrieked, scrambling to conjure a sphere of acidic energy.
She never got the chance to throw it.
Taurus's arm blurred, his hand clamping around her head. He didn't slow down, his momentum carrying him forward like a runaway train. Viser's scream was cut short by a sound like a watermelon being dropped from a skyscraper. Her head, her spell, her very existence, was snuffed out in a spray of gore and brain matter that painted the warehouse wall behind her.
Libre, the hulking brute, roared in fury and terror, swinging a fist the size of a cinder block. It was a blow that could have pulverized a building.
Taurus met it with a single outstretched finger.
The resulting shockwave blew out every remaining window behind him in the warehouse and sent a cloud of dust billowing into the night sky. For a split second, the two colossal figures were locked in a tableau of immense force. Then, with a sound of splintering bone that was audible even over the ringing in everyone's ears, Libre's arm shattered from the wrist to the shoulder.
The brute stared in disbelief at his mangled limb, a high-pitched keen of agony escaping his throat. Taurus's other hand shot out, grabbing Libre by the throat and lifting his hulking body off the ground with one arm.
"Insects," Taurus growled, his golden eyes glowing with contempt.
He tightened his grip. Cartilage and bone crunched. Libre's struggles weakened, his legs kicking feebly as the life was choked out of him. With a final, dismissive grunt, Taurus tore the stray's head from his shoulders and tossed the corpse aside. It landed with a wet, heavy thud.
The entire engagement had lasted less than ten seconds.
Silence.
The ORC peerage stared, utterly dumbfounded. Issei was pale, a cold sweat on his brow. The raw, casual, overwhelming brutality was unlike anything he could have imagined. This wasn't a fight. It was an extermination.
Taurus stood over the corpses, not even breathing heavily. He wiped Viser's blood from his hand onto his trousers and turned back to them, his expression unchanged.
"The trash has been taken out," he announced, his voice a calm, deep rumble. "Shall we return, my King? The night is still young."
Rias stared at the carnage, then at the blood-splattered demigod who served her. A shiver, not of fear, but of exhilarating, terrifying power, ran down her spine. Her gamble had paid off. The tides were now in her favour.
Her 'fiancé' would need to learn to watch his back.
~ Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima ~
Night had fallen completely over the Gremory estate in Kuoh. The sprawling mansion was quiet; peerage members having returned quite a while back. A stillness settled over the grounds, but within the walls, a new and potent energy was still rearing for a release.
Taurus stood in the center of the spacious bedroom that had been prepared for him. It was a room fit for a visiting lord, with a bed that could comfortably sleep a dozen, rich mahogany furniture, and a balcony overlooking the moonlit gardens. Yet he made the room feel small, his presence a constant, low-frequency hum of power. He was restless. The brief annoyance that was the strays had been an appetizer, a single drop of water for a man dying of thirst. His body ached with a familiar, deep-seated need.
A faint shimmer in the air caught his attention. A Gremory transport circle, smaller and more discreet than the one used earlier, materialized on the Persian rug. From it, they began to emerge.
One by one, silent as spectres, the maids of the Gremory household stepped into the room. There were twelve of them tonight, the same women who had tended to him after his final test. They wore their immaculate uniforms, but their hair was unbound, their expressions stripped of all professional decorum. What remained was a raw, primal hunger, a fanatical devotion that burned in their eyes. They were pilgrims arriving at their holy site.
They formed a silent circle around him, their collective gaze a physical touch. The head maid, a statuesque woman with silver hair tied in a severe bun, stepped forward and knelt, her hands beginning to unlace his boots.
"Lord Taurus," she whispered, her voice trembling with reverence and anticipation. "You are home. You are… wanting. Allow us to serve."
Taurus let out a slow, deep breath, the tension in his massive shoulders finally beginning to ease. "You are all so very good to me," he rumbled, his voice thick with affection. He reached down, his hand gently stroking the head maid's hair, his touch sending a visible shiver of pleasure through her.
This was his ritual. His reward. The necessary conclusion to his cycle of power.
Unbeknownst to them, they were not entirely alone.
In the hallway outside, drawn by the sudden, overwhelming spike in demonic energy, Rias and Akeno stood concealed in the shadows. Rias had felt the circle activate along with a dozen new magical signatures in her home and had come to investigate, only to be joined by Akeno, whose own senses were tingling with a mixture of curiosity and a deep, familiar yearning.
"What is he doing?" Rias whispered, her voice barely audible. She peered through the small gap where the grand oak door hadn't quite latched.
Akeno pressed close beside her, her breath hitching at the scene unfolding within. "Ara, ara… I believe, Buchou," she breathed, her voice husky, "he is going through his nightly routine."
Inside, the maids moved with practiced efficiency. They divested Taurus of his remaining clothes, their touches lingering, worshipful. They ran their hands over his bronze skin, their fingers tracing the faint, silvery lines of old scars and the taut, perfect lines of his muscles. They were anointing their god, preparing him for the sacrament.
He sat on the edge of the enormous bed, a bronze deity holding court, and they knelt before him, a congregation of the devoted. The scene was one of decadent, absolute subjugation. It was not coerced; it was offered, desperately and freely.
Rias felt a hot flush creep up her neck. This was… intimate. This was beyond anything she had imagined. She knew, academically, about the "nurturing" her mother had arranged. She had assumed it was a form of specialized healing, perhaps some advanced magical therapy. She had not conceived of this. This raw, carnal worship. A possessive fire ignited in her gut. He was her Rook. Her piece. And yet, these women… they knew a side of him she had never even glimpsed.
Akeno, however, was transfixed. Her sadomasochistic soul creaming at the sight of such overwhelming dominance. The power radiating from Taurus was intoxicating, and the absolute, slavish devotion of the maids was a fantasy made real. A familiar wetness pooled between her thighs, and she had to press them together to stifle a soft moan.
The orgy began in earnest. It was not a chaotic, mindless affair, but a methodical ritual of pleasure. Each maid knew her role. Some massaged his back and shoulders, their skilled hands working out the last vestiges of tension. Others tended to his arms, their lips and tongues tracing patterns on his skin. A younger, fiery-redheaded devil that reminded Rias of herself, knelt between his powerful legs, while the head maid, a woman Rias was familiar with knelt next to his face, offering her breasts for his mouth to feast on.
His erection was a thing of myth, a thick, dark column of flesh pulsing with contained power, as monumental and imposing as the rest of him. The sheer sight of it stole Rias's breath, her mind momentarily blanked by the thought of taking it inside her.
The red-haired maid began to pleasure him, her movements practiced, showing how intimitaley familiar she was around his cock. Wet, sucking sounds filled the bull's chamber, intertwining with the maid's muffled gasps and the deep, pleased rumble that vibrated within Taurus's chest.
"He's… he's incredible," Akeno whispered, her voice trembling. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, her violet eyes wide and glazed with lust.
Rias could only nod, her throat too tight to speak. She watched as Taurus's hand drifted down, burying itself in the redhead's hair, his grip firm but not cruel, pushing her with a gentleness that seemed out of place considering his size. He controlled her every movement, and she, accepting his direction with an ecstatic sigh, let out a desperate, guttural "Mmmph!" as she choked and drooled around him, begging implicitly for more.
As the night progressed, Taurus's demonic aura began to swell. The energy he had absorbed from the strays, latent within him, was now being catalysed, refined by the sheer outpour of sexual energy. The air in the room grew thick and heavy, shimmering with a golden haze that seemed to emanate from his very skin.
With an almost imperceptible shift, he pulled the head maid onto the bed, positioning her beneath him. His entry was hard, deliberate, the forceful declaration of a conqueror claiming his territory. The maid cried out, a raw, piercing sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her back arching violently off the mattress as his immense length buried itself within her. Her slick core immediately convulsed around him, gripping him tight as she sobbed out, "Oh, yes, My Lord! More! Please!" Her hips instinctively rose to meet his furious thrusts, her body shuddering with intense, unrelenting pleasure.
From their vantage point, Rias and Akeno could see it—a faint, golden light that passed from him to her. A shimmer of pure life force.
"His seed…" Rias breathed, understanding dawning. "It's not just… it's a medium. He's pouring power into her."
"And taking it back, tenfold," Akeno added, her gaze locked on Taurus. "Look at him. He's getting stronger. This is how he recovers. This is how he grows."
The realization hit Rias with the force of a physical blow. The three years of 'training' hadn't just been combat missions and sparring. It had been this. A constant, decadent cycle of battle and breeding, each act fuelling the next, creating an exponential growth curve that had resulted in the demigod now in her service. Her mother hadn't just trained a soldier; she had cultivated a living weapon whose very nature was conquest, both on the battlefield and in the bedroom.
One by one, he took the maids. He moved with an inexhaustible, relentless stamina, sating them, filling them, marking them as his. Each woman he claimed would fall into a state of blissful, narcotic stupor, her body glowing faintly, her mind lost in a haze of addiction and pleasure. His essence was a sacrament that remade them, binding them to him on a level deeper than magic or loyalty. It was a biological, spiritual imperative.
The hours melted away. For Rias and Akeno, the world outside the bedroom door ceased to exist. They were trapped, voyeurs in a sacred, profane ritual. Rias's initial shock had long since melted into a confusing, frustrating cocktail of jealousy, possessiveness, and a raw, undeniable arousal that made her body feel alien to her. She wanted to storm in, to declare her authority as his King, to be the one beneath him, receiving that power, that attention, and most importantly, the massive fat cock that was driving into the maids inside, bringing them mind-breaking pleasure.
Akeno was lost in a different fantasy. She imagined his hands on her, his strength overwhelming her. She imagined the taste of him, the feel of his power surging through her. The teasing she had given him for years was child's play compared to this. He had promised to repay her, and the thought of that repayment sent waves of agonizing pleasure through her.
Rias and Akeno pulled back, their hearts hammering in their chests. They looked at each other, their faces flushed, their eyes wide with the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. They were only now beginning to understand the true nature of the man in front of them, and the insatiable appetites that came with his world-shattering power.
Finally, as the first hints of dawn threatened the horizon, it was over. The last maid lay spent and unconscious, a satisfied smile on her face. Taurus stood, his body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, but showing no signs of fatigue. In fact, he looked more vibrant, more powerful than when he had started. A faint golden aura pulsed around him, his demonic power now settled, stronger and more refined than ever before.
He walked to the balcony, pushing the doors open and stepping into the cool morning air, a naked bronze god surveying his new domain.
This was just the beginning of his conquest.
Author's Notes
Second chapter. Like and comment on it. Reviews go a long way.
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